Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.